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There's a bar near city hall that Lee frequents. Usually, it's only when he's been spending time in the law library, studying or working on a paper, and by the time he's done for the day and he's read through enough that he finds himself going cross-eyed, the idea of stopping in before heading back to High Gate Terrace for the night seems like the best thing he'll do all day.

Of course, he knows all the work will eventually be worth it. While Darrow has been mostly kind to its newcomers, to people from different times and planets and dimensions, it's not without its flaws. First and foremost being the lack of representation for those people. It's something that grates on Lee every time he sees a protest or reads an Op Ed in the paper about it, and for the most part, no one else seems to care much. But they're stuck here, just the same as everyone else, and they deserve to have a say in their government. To help shape it. There should be programs to help new arrivals get acclimated. Instead, there's nothing.

He's hoping to change that. Eventually.

This evening, there's just a bar full of professionals and a strong glass of scotch. The rest, he'll figure out later.

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"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it," Molly says, her own smile wide and bright. "If it helps, I would not have sat next to someone who looked pathetic sitting here." She likes Lee, but she also feels like she knows him considerably better now than she did when she first spotted him at the bar, and besides, she doesn't really do the pity thing. Pulling her wallet out of her purse, she adds, "Though I think I am gonna head out once I've settled my tab, so you're on your own then."